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Spill some tea (in this case, coffee)

Pairing: Idol! Rowoon X Fem! Reader 

Genre: Fluff, Fluff & Fluff

Words: 1k

Warning: Brain eating fluff!

A/N: My third work here on tumblr, honestly, I’m shooketh on how much love all my posts are getting over here! This one is a Rowoon work, sf’9 and dude is just... SO HANDSOME 

Going to Starbucks in the 8 am rush in the morning was definitely not the best idea. No, it isn't. It, in fact, is the worst idea some one could ever get. Like its so horrible, only people who are dumb would want to do it. And you were going to be the most dumbest person to ever. Like what was wrong with you? Why did you have to come over here at the main rush hour? 

That's because you ran out of your coffee powder at home, and you seriously had no patience enough to go to the convenience store and get some of that stuff. That's what had you coming to the Starbucks at rush hour. You would go crazy without a cup of coffee in the morning and your best friend and dorm mate was familiar with. That's why she would always get you coffee each morning without failure, but she had gone to her mother's house for a week, for some time off.

You had sent her off happily, knowing that she deserved her break but till now, you had no idea how much you depended on Yuqi. [Yesh Yuqi from gidle UwU] 

You had a que of about 30 people standing in front of you, one person behind you was leaning their head right onto your shoulder probably sleepy, and your poor feet had been stepped on atleast about a 100 times today. You were ready to scream if anything else was going to happen. The que behind you went on and on, atleast about halfway down the street. You were currently near the door entryway into the starbucks shop, and a cold gust of wind blowed, causing you to wrap your arms around yourself.

Your peachy white sweater was long, and reached till the tips of your fingers, and was very long. One advantage. Sweater paws! You looked like a cute cocoon ready to be hugged, cuddled with and spend some time chilling and-

OWW!

You feel a sharp stinging sensation in the front part of your sweater. Coffee. HOT COFFEE. You were ready to throw hands at whoever had spilled the coffee on you, when you suddenly felt a warm hand on the spill. Your eyes widen and you got your hands ready to slap this pervert, when you look up at the guy. He had a black mask on, covering most part of his face, except for his eyes. God.. His eyes. 

They were so very expressive, and you could get lost in them forever and ever and still never get out of that trance. Now, however, his eyes were scrunched with worry. You quickly slap his hands away from your chest when they ride higher up to wipe more of the spilled coffee. You clutch his hands and drag him inside the shop, finding the both of you a safe and private alcove. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I can buy you a new sweater if you want! I-" You quickly stop his train of speech by interrupting. "I-It's okay really, you didn't have to wipe the sweater." 

His eyes widen in realization once he realizes that his actions might have seemed like he was being a pervert. He quickly stood up, bowing multiple times to me. I push him down on his seat, as I don't want much attention to be given to the both of us. Having a coffee stained sweater turned enough heads for me.  "Its okay really, it wasn't that much of a trouble-" The man took one glance at his watch, then back at me. "Crap! I have to run! Please take my number, I swear I'll make it up to you!" He wrote his number on a tissue, handed it over to me and took a run for it. 

And make it up he did. He, Rowoon, took me shopping and bought me a very expensive sweater as a return. He also revealed himself to be a famous person, I didn't think too much about it cause I don't want him to feel uncomfortable. We talked a bit after that, and we became friends. Rowoon was the one who proposed to me, asking me to be his girlfriend. We dated for about 5 years before he knelt down. We got engaged, then married. Currently, I was sitting with our daughter Hyejin as I explained the story of her father and me meeting. 

"So appa spilled coffee onto eomma?" I smile at her. "Yes, baby" She looks up at me curiously. "But eomma, isn't coffee hot? Doesn't it burn?" I shake my head. "Tell that to your father. Tell him how hot it was!" She quickly jumps out of her seat on my lap before running to the study where he was working. Oh no, did she take it seriously?

"Appa! Eomma says it burned when you poured all your coffee on her! Apologize to her now!" He looks up from his seat, a pair of glasses resting on his nose, smiling when he sees me, my round stomach peeking out from the top and pet set I was wearing. He stood up, and walked over to me, placing a chaste kiss over my baby bump. "I love you, Y/N-ie, I'm sorry!" Hyejin claps as he apologizes. "Good appa!" "I love you jagi, I love you Hyejinnie, I love you baby~"

He lifts Hyejin up in the air, spinning her around a few times. I was thankful he spilled his coffee on me that day, no matter how hot it was. If he hadn't, would we have ended up with such an awesome family?